Drawing a blank figure standing before a house, the girl paused with pencil poised over the paper.
Perhaps some tulips over in that corner, and a wistful look on the character's face, she thought, before nodding to herself and letting her hand flow once more.
She didn't have any real plans for this piece, merely having wanted to work on different elements. As she wasn't planning to share this piece with anyone, the girl felt no pressure to have it be perfect.
It was a strange feeling, both freeing and frightening at the same time. Still, she wouldn't dwell on her thoughts too much, for right now it was time to sketch.
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